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In soothe I lend a gracious ear
Your sobbing, somehow sexual
Come to my bosom. The help I bring
Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing
Oh, cruel love, when held by you
My sanity does fly
You lie there mourning with looks of desire
'T is beauty when you cry!
